tushawn white

Rookie (04-22-1985 / Boston, MA)

Struggle Without No Meaning - Poem by tushawn white

Why bless me?
For every struggle
As if it seems like a never ending story
With the pages never turning
But actually writing down every moment
As if it was never meant to be
At the crack of dawn
With no emotions of the truth
Because the realty is
Faith is an emotional passion
Whenever you cry in grief
Or suffer in the face of hate
Time after time
Like a flu to the chest
Just hurting after every cough
Leaving you with many options
But they all appear to fail
Until the sun came over the mountains
In a glance of a beautiful day
Turning into a crystal night
When the eyes of a beating heart close
Sleeping off the past
While the future is at the front door
Knocking in new obstacles
At what price to pay?
When the grocery don’t add up to the last
Because with time; the bill get larger
And you think to yourself
Was the survival worth the pain?
Or the pain worth the survival
After you pled the fifth
Just for a second to think in vein
Meanwhile to discover
Your life was another
Day in the thunder of no meaning…

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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